Warhammer: Expedition to the Multiverse from 30k

The small-scale combined fleet of the three legions that Faffnal is currently in is one of the few fleet-level visitors among the survivors that leapt out from Mandeville Point.

As the battleship stabilized in the real universe, a communication request from the Ultramarines immediately lit up on the ship's Cogitator screen.

A fully armed cruiser fleet came from the star fortresses and space stations, surrounding the White Scars' ships in the middle, and both sides maintained a cautious negotiation posture.

Those cobalt blue warships and the locations marked on the battleship star map all tell the information about this place.

This is the Macragge system, located in the far east of the galaxy.

The Faffnir Blood Alliance breathed a long sigh of relief. With the blessings of the Allfather and Russ, they finally arrived at their destination.

"Please inform us of your code in the Imperial sequence, and then follow our warship to the nearest skyport."

"Please take the weapon system offline, put the engine into idle mode, and maintain normal communications at all times."

When the communication from the Extreme Marines came, the White Scars warrior Guntura ordered his captain to do as they said without any hesitation.

As a member of the White Scars Legion, Guntura fought in many space naval battles following Jaghatai Khan, the Eagle of Chogoris.

But even so, when they followed the Ultramarines' barge out of Mandeville Point, they were shocked by the heavy defense here.

Surrounding Mandeville Point are a large number of star fortresses and satellite weapon stations, and behind them are layers of barrage blocking systems. A large number of decoy hulks and space minefields are deployed in the airspace.

It is conceivable that without the guidance of the Ultramarines, those enemies who attacked rashly might not even see Macragge Prime and would be buried in these layers of defense.

In addition, even though they were following the Ultramarines' barge, they were still questioned and examined by wave after wave of sentinel fleets, patrol fleets, and battle cruisers on standby.

“What happened to our Ultramarines cousins?” Faffnar lamented.

If it weren't for the extreme marks on those warships, he would even suspect that he had returned to the Solar Segmentum guarded by the Seventh Legion, the Imperial Fists.

Only those guys from the Imperial Fists would be so stubborn as to build densely packed fortresses and defense lines.

"At least we can be sure that the Ultramarines are still putting up a tenacious resistance." Gantura said, "It's a blessing for the Empire."

The fleet soon docked in the airport of a marginal planet. The sealed airlock slowly opened with steam, and the scattered loyalists stepped out to meet the Ultramarines who came to greet them.

"Welcome to Macragge, everyone."

The Ultramarines officer who led the welcoming team was wearing a new type of armor that Faffnir and others could not understand. Even the strongest Wolf Warrior looked a little thin and short in front of his Ultramarines cousin.

Compared to the somewhat bloated Mark-type power armor, the equipment worn by the Ultramarines exudes a stronger sense of coordination and beauty, which even the Space Wolves, who are considered barbarians, can notice.

The beast's instincts warned me that these slightly different cousins ​​were very dangerous.

The wolf tilted his head slightly and found that Guntula and Clifford, who were traveling with him, had similar reactions.

However, they exchanged glances in tacit understanding and swallowed their doubts.

It is better to be honest when you are in other legions' territory.

"Lord Roboute Guilliman is aware of your arrival. Please wait a moment. He will personally receive you when the others arrive."

The Ultramarines maintained impeccable manners and politeness. Faffnir bared his teeth, revealing his lips with canines that were larger than those of other legion warriors.

"These guys are still so annoying. Do they have to put on such a formal demeanor?"

Guntura kicked the Wild Wolf from the side. In the impression of most people in the Empire, the White Scars were similar to the Space Wolves, both of whom were barbarians.

"We are here to meet the Ultramarines on behalf of our respective legions and our Gene-Father. Please do not be disrespectful."

Faffnar snorted, but still conceded that what Guntura said was correct.

"Anyone else? Are there any other unfortunates trapped in the warp storm like us? I hope to see some familiar faces. It must be the will of the All-Father that we meet here."

Gantula and others waited in this skyport for two days. They witnessed those lost people, including survivors and some refugees, as well as some warriors who lost contact in the battle with the rebels, coming to the Macragge galaxy.

The largest number of them were refugees and civilians. The killing by the traitors frightened many people. Some wealthy planetary nobles took their families and some property and fled to Macragge.

These people from various planets gathered at the airport, bringing all kinds of fragmentary news.

People speaking various accents were eager to know what was happening in other places, where the rebels had captured, and how many Imperial worlds had been burned.

Ganglatu and others listened silently to the cries and endless chattering of those mortals. They knew that these people were frightened.

This is understandable, as they are not warriors, but just one of the countless people in the empire.

"Horus, is this what you wish to see?"

After Faffnir and his group, warriors from several other damaged legions also arrived. The Wolves smelled the scent of several Raven Guards and Salamanders, but the most eye-catching one was an absurdly tall Imperial Fists captain.

Faffnir had heard his name before, Alexis Polux of the Imperial Fists.

The gathering of these legionnaires, some of whom had been heard of before, and some of whom were completely strangers, inevitably made people miss the scene when brothers from various legions gathered together during the glorious Great Crusade.

The Space Wolves thought that their hearts had become numb and hardened after suffering enough pain, but when they saw those loyal warriors who had also experienced many hardships, they found that they were wrong.

The reunion of former colleagues can bring a sense of joy and comfort.

Chapter 136: Audience with the Primarch

"The audience chamber is ready, my lord," Lady Euden said softly as she entered the Primarch's office.

Due to the success of the operation on Sotha, Guilliman lit a shining beacon in the eastern part of the galaxy, and all surviving loyalists were able to escape the Warp and eventually converge on the capital planet of the Five Hundred Worlds.

As the only known remaining loyal Primarch in the Eastern Galaxy and Master of Ultramar, Guilliman must personally receive those representatives who have overcome the turmoil of the Warp and followed the light of the Beacon to Macragge.

Guilliman stood up from his desk, and a badly worn quill was quickly replaced by a servitor beside him. The Primarch smiled and took a fresh laurel wreath from Lady Euton.

He bent down and let Lady Euton help him place the laurel wreath between his golden hair.

"Go, go and comfort those frightened people. Now you are the backbone of everyone, Luo Bao." Ms. Yuton, wearing a light blue shawl and a beige dress, stroked her son's haggard face.

The king of Ultramar bears the expectations of the people of the entire Far East star region, and the responsibility on his shoulders is extremely heavy.

"I see."

Roboute Guilliman stood straight, like a sharp blade. His armor was also embellished with many gorgeous decorations. The gold-plated marks made it look more gorgeous than practical.

His tenderness was revealed only for a moment when Lady Euden stroked his face. Now he is the lord of Macragge, and he is about to meet and comfort the heroes who have come here after going through hardships.

Guilliman took a neat cloak from a hanger nearby and casually wrapped it around his broad armored shoulders.

Guilliman, wearing a cloak, exudes a strong kingly aura, noble, majestic, and impossible to look directly at.

He carried no weapons, in his own court, surrounded by victorious troops, and it would have been a sign of distrust to meet the lost who had escaped the warp storms with weapons.

Lady Euden looked at her lord, her son, Guilliman, who was more kingly than Connor. Being unarmed made him seem even more powerful, because his country and his people were his weapons.

Guilliman walked towards the audience hall under the escort of the Ever-Victorious Guard, while Lady Euton followed behind him from a distance, staring at his back.

She knew that, whether he was willing or not, Guilliman had to assume the responsibility of being the Emperor of Mankind at this moment.

The mother saw the hesitation and anxiety in Guilliman's heart, but she had no other choice.

For the sake of the human race and the safety of the Five Hundred Worlds, no one can wait any longer. Roboute Guilliman will restart the empire on the Far Eastern frontier and unite all loyal forces around him.

Guilliman's office was ten minutes away from the audience hall. When he walked into this magnificent and gorgeous reception hall, which was decorated with many historical and cultural carvings, the Space Marine representatives and Rogue Trader leaders were already waiting there.

“No one needs to kneel.”

The primarch's resonant voice seemed even more sacred because of the structure of the hall and corridors.

But before that, everyone had already bowed and saluted.

This reception hall was built during the reign of King Connor. A large number of gorgeous gold and silver reliefs are engraved on a thousand columns. The soaring roof can perfectly project the sunlight, making the room as bright as outside.

Hundreds of audience members bowed down and knelt on one knee. Although Guilliman said that there was no need to kneel, for these visitors who had gone through life and death to come to Macragge, only such etiquette could express their inner respect and gratitude.

There is no doubt that the flashing beacon that suddenly appeared in the warp was the work of Lord Guilliman. Only he has the ability to use this method comparable to the Astronomican to guide those who have lost their way back to the real universe.

The victorious soldiers wearing Sta-type Terminator armor gathered behind Guilliman and moved slowly with their monarch.

The first person Guilliman met was the Imperial Fists Astartes, led by a tall giant. He was only wearing the common mark 3 power armor, but his height was over three meters.

The Imperial Fist's body was covered in wounds, and although he had received emergency treatment from the Ultramarines pharmacists, his arm was still mutilated and looked as if it had been bitten off by something.

"I know you, Captain Polux of the Imperial Fists," said Guilliman.

Plax, who was about to introduce himself, was stunned and swallowed the words he had prepared.

"My strongest brother, son of Rogal Dorn, I have heard of your reputation and read your report on the naval battle that broke out in the Farr system."

When Terra learned of the landing site massacre on Isstvan V, Rogal Dorn, the Seneschal of Terra, sent out a Retribution Fleet to quell the rebellion.

This Revenge Fleet of more than 500 warships and 30,000 Imperial Fists Space Marines was besieged by a sudden Warp storm at the very beginning.

One third of the fleet was directly destroyed by the warp storm, and after a complicated battle, the fleet commander Jonad was unfortunately killed in battle, and the command was transferred to Polux.

Polux proved himself capable, and his meticulous and detailed fighting style dealt a heavy blow to the Iron Warriors Legion, which used incorrect tactics. Polux also ordered the Imperial Fists' boarding force to assault the Iron Warriors' flagship, the Iron Blood.

"I will never forget the outstanding command you demonstrated during the war. You must know that the Iron Warriors' fleet has an absolute advantage in both numbers and firepower."

Pollax showed no trace of pride. He simply replied calmly, "You are too kind, sir. It is my duty."

Guilliman continued, "You ultimately captured the enemy ship Contrado and escaped? Is that correct?"

But Pollax shook his head in denial.

"My lord, that was not an escape. We received an order from the Primarch during the war that we must return to Terra immediately, so we chose to withdraw from the battlefield."

"We will never disobey the orders of the enemy, even if we suffer heavy losses in the war."

There was a hint of sincere admiration in Guilliman's eyes. He was indeed the son of Dorne.

"I deeply regret the outcome of the Battle of Farr. Our revenge fleet has surrounded the treacherous Iron Lord, and we were almost able to kill that bastard!" said Pollax.

The Space Marines who came from afar were silent. Although they had learned that many primarchs of the legions had chosen to betray, in such a sacred and solemn meeting, everyone still felt a little uneasy when they heard the Emperor's son being addressed in such a contemptuous manner.

Especially one of the Emperor's own children, the loyal Lord of the Ultramarines stood in front of everyone.

Although Perturabo betrayed, he was still a Primarch and Guilliman's brother.

Some of the more sensitive Space Marines even worried that this would anger the Lord of the Ultramarines. The only one who had the right to insult a traitor Primarch was another Primarch.

"Perturabo is my brother." Guilliman's voice was emotionless.

Even Pollax realized that his words were a bit too extreme. The straightforward character inherited from Dorne made it difficult for him to suppress his true thoughts.

Guilliman waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to apologize.

"He is my brother, but he is also a bastard. He is no longer my brother the moment he betrayed the Emperor. If I meet him, I will definitely try to kill him."